My grandparents built their house out of reclaimed lumber, so it's a pretty strong memory for me.

What I'm saying is that these churlish rapscallions can choke on a rancid ass.

I hear you have to go to a crossroads at midnight.

Please bear witness to my humanity and take some small portion of it for yourself. Return the favor to someone else later when you can.

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Ok, I didn't notice the NCR flags the first time so maybe no Followers.
Still holding out hope for Veronica.